A​/N I just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who has read/commented/subscribed so far :3 I appreciate it so much, you're what keeps me writing, after all :3 so thank you! And I hope you enjoy what is to come, feel free to comment, any words are valued :3 thanks!!! <3 and again, Jinki fans... I'm sorry T.T   •••   The practice room felt empty, despite the fact that it was filled with five tired, motionless men, all sitting in different corners of the room with their backs to the mirrors. The only one who didn’t sit in a corner was the eldest, who inhabited the rickety bench that lined the wall.
“Stop glaring at me like a petulant child,” muttered a deep, angered voice, directed at the handsome man who sat opposite him, his wavy hair, that had previously been tinted a beautiful blue, falling across his eyes. “You're acting like a child, Kibum. It's not my fault we're stuck in here.”
“Yeah, and it's not mine either,” Kibum growled in response to Minho, folding his slender arms across his chest. “It's whoever lost the key’s fault, and I didn’t have the key.”
“Yeah, sure,” Minho murmured sarcastically, “of course you didn’t.”
“Guys, this isn’t helping,” Jonghyun sighed. “It doesn't matter who lost the key, it matters that it's lost, and all our bags and phones are out there whilst we're stuck in here.”
“Who even locked the door in the first place? Minho wondered, exasperated. “Why would you lock the door? The rookies aren’t going to just waltz in, it was an unnecessary precaution that has ed everything up.”
  “Calm down,” Jonghyun consoled, “we just need to think of a way out.”
“We are,” Kibum sighed, “and we've got nothing. At all.”
  A collective sigh was heard as eyes drifted across the gleaming wooden floor, hunting for a key that could not be found, no matter how hard they searched. It seemed impossible that the key could be lost in such a small, empty space, however Taemin knew that Jinki’s idea, that the key had slipped down a crack in the floor, was probably correct. There was nowhere else it could be.
“So the key is lost,” Jinki muttered, addressing all the members like the true leader he was. “So all we have is each other and few bottles of water... I think maybe this is a good opportunity.”
“A good opportunity?!” Kibum exclaimed, directing the entire force of his deadly glare at Jinki, who sat fearlessly on the bench, as adorable as ever in his over-sized hoodie and his ruffled mess of bedheaded hair. “How the hell is this a good opportunity?”
“Because,” Jinki answered, matter-of-factly, “I think we need this time to talk.”
  “About what? About how bloody useless it is to be stuck in here?”
“No, about us. About the group dynamic. About what SHINee is. Because these days, we aren’t like we used to be, and to me that’s more than blatantly obvious. Put us in this situation five, six years ago, and we would be joking around, laughing, happy purely at the fact we were stuck in here together.”
“Five years ago,” Jonghyun interjected, “we weren't exhausted from the amount of rehearsals